Normal

I'm just Frank.

I'm not important.

I never really have been.

I always liked to tell myself maybe one day I would be, but honestly the hope for that is slipping from my hands as the days go by.

And even though it's not bad to be special or important, I still let it hurt me.

I fucking want to mean something to someone, anyone at this fucking point.

Yeah of course I have friends that would be upset for maybe three months at the most if I were to just up and disappear, but holy shit I want to make something of myself!

But I don't think I can anymore.

I'm slowly losing hope and it hurts.

It hurts so fucking bad.

Everything in my pathetic life is crashing around me and I can't do shit about it.

I'm scared.

I'm so fucking scared.

I like to keep telling myself I can get myself out of this like I always have before, but I don't know if I can anymore.

I'm not suicidal.

I haven't been in quite some time.

I don't want to die.

But I don't want to live either.

I'm just stuck in this hole barely holding on as I'm watching everything I've ever fucking loved, everything that has ever made me happy being burned to the fucking ground.

But there's still part of me that tells me to keep going, to keeps holding on.

I keep telling myself everything will fall into place like its supposed to.

That everything's going to be okay one day.

That I'm going to get through this and make something out of myself.

But the more I sit here and wait the more I start to realize, it's not going to happen.

Because I'm not important.

I'm not special.

I'm just fucking normal, I have almost the same interest as every other goddamn teenager, I act like every other fucking teenager, I am just another teenager, there's nothing special about me in any fucking way.

And for me to still sit here and wait for someone to see me as something extraordinary is the stupidest fucking thing in the entire world.

I'm just normal.

I'm just Frank fucking Iero.

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